Ysaryn inhaled as Kire agreed, even if Bolym joining was a requirement. Not that Ysaryn had an issue with the male, but after he'd patched her up and gotten her home from her last narrow escape, returning felt like an insult. 
No, he was a warrior. He would understand the need to go back. To get their people out. Ysaryn looked back toward the stream, silent. 

"No, I am not hungry." Ysaryn answered with a simple shake of her head. Her braid dragged in the dirt behind her with the motion. "I will not go far. Find me when ready." Ysaryn said, remaining in her crouch. Then, slowly, she tilted her head and glanced back toward Kire. "Where is Rulitus? I should ask him a favour."